Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, EtcCollins & Payn., 1828 - 210 Seiten |
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... brow . No - life is a waste of wearisome hours , Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers , Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns ! But send round the bowl , and be happy ...
... brow . No - life is a waste of wearisome hours , Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers , Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns ! But send round the bowl , and be happy ...
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... brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle . Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes , As when thro ' the frame It shoots from brimming glasses . Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle ...
... brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle . Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes , As when thro ' the frame It shoots from brimming glasses . Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle ...
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... spells to win us— Hence its mighty power O'er that Flame within us . Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle . DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY ! AIR . - New IRISH MELODIES . 75.
... spells to win us— Hence its mighty power O'er that Flame within us . Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle . DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY ! AIR . - New IRISH MELODIES . 75.
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... brow , But , oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? III . No , thy chains as they rankle , thy blood as it runs , But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons- Whose hearts , like the young of the desert - bird's nest , Drink ...
... brow , But , oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? III . No , thy chains as they rankle , thy blood as it runs , But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons- Whose hearts , like the young of the desert - bird's nest , Drink ...
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... , and joy , and light , As if no cloud could ever rise , To dim a Heaven so purely bright- I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its every ray , And that light heart , so joyous now , Almost IRISH MELODIES . 83 Whene'er I.
... , and joy , and light , As if no cloud could ever rise , To dim a Heaven so purely bright- I sigh to think how soon that brow In grief may lose its every ray , And that light heart , so joyous now , Almost IRISH MELODIES . 83 Whene'er I.
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AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bloom blushes bosom bowers breath bright BROKEN FLOWER brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death Derry dream earth ERIN ERIN's eyes fade fair Fanny farewell feel flowers friends gloomy glory gondolier harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle LESBIA light Lillibullero lips look look'd Lord lost Love's lover lute maid moon morning mountains ne'er never night NORA CREINA Number o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember river Shannon roam rose Rose-tree round saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit Sprite star steal sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro treach turn'd Twas wake warm wave weep wild wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Seite 167 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Seite 121 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Seite 17 - Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Seite 76 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Seite 153 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Seite 170 - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.
Seite 156 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Seite 160 - Praise to the CONQUEROR, praise to the LORD, • His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword ! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story • Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride...
Seite 26 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...